I will appoint My blessing for you in the sixth year, so that it will produce a crop sufficient for three years.
The LORD will send His faithful love by day; His song will be with me in the night-- a prayer to the God of my life.
You are my King, my God, who ordains victories for Jacob.
It is like the dew of Hermon falling on the mountains of Zion. For there the LORD has appointed the blessing-- life forevermore.
I will give you rain at the right time, and the land will yield its produce, and the trees of the field will bear their fruit.
Your threshing will continue until grape harvest, and the grape harvest will continue until sowing time; you will have plenty of food to eat and live securely in your land.
You will eat the old grain of the previous year and will clear out the old to make room for the new.
He answered, "If the LORD doesn't help you, where can I get help for you? From the threshing floor or the winepress?"
Our storehouses will be full, supplying all kinds of produce; our flocks will increase by thousands and tens of thousands in our open fields.
Honor the LORD with your possessions and with the first produce of your entire harvest;
then your barns will be completely filled, and your vats will overflow with new wine.
Is there still seed left in the granary? The vine, the fig, the pomegranate, and the olive tree have not yet produced. But from this day on I will bless you."
Bring the full 10 percent into the storehouse so that there may be food in My house. Test Me in this way," says the LORD of Hosts. "See if I will not open the floodgates of heaven and pour out a blessing for you without measure.
I will rebuke the devourer for you, so that it will not ruin the produce of your ground, and your vine in your field will not be barren," says the LORD of Hosts.
Look at the birds of the sky: they don't sow or reap or gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren't you worth more than they?
Let both grow together until the harvest. At harvest time I'll tell the reapers: Gather the weeds first and tie them in bundles to burn them, but store the wheat in my barn. '"
I will do this,' he said. 'I'll tear down my barns and build bigger ones, and store all my grain and my goods there.
Consider the ravens: they don't sow or reap; they don't have a storeroom or a barn; yet God feeds them. Aren't you worth much more than the birds?
Can any of you add a cubit to his height by worrying?
Give to him, and don't have a stingy heart when you give, and because of this the LORD your God will bless you in all your work and in everything you do.